Война и мир

Chapter 11

           Iamnursingandmymilkwasspoiled....Pétyawasatdeath’sdoor.Butyouwereenjoyingyourself.Yes,enjoying...”

           Pierreknewhewasnottoblame,forhecouldnothavecomesooner;heknewthisoutburstwasunseemlyandwouldblowoverinaminuteortwo;aboveallheknewthathehimselfwasbrightandhappy.Hewantedtosmilebutdarednoteventhinkofdoingso.Hemadeapiteous,frightenedfaceandbentdown.

           “Icouldnot,onmyhonor.ButhowisPétya?”

           “Allrightnow.Comealong!Iwonderyou’renotashamed!IfonlyyoucouldseewhatIwaslikewithoutyou,howIsuffered!”

           “Youarewell?”

           “Come,come!”shesaid,notlettinggoofhisarm.Andtheywenttotheirrooms.

           WhenNicholasandhiswifecametolookforPierrehewasinthenurseryholdinghisbabyson,whowasagainawake,onhishugerightpalmanddandlinghim.Ablissfulbrightsmilewasfixedonthebaby’sbroadfacewithitstoothlessopenmouth.Thestormwaslongsinceoverandtherewasbright,joyoussunshineonNatásha’sfaceasshegazedtenderlyatherhusbandandchild.

           “AndhaveyoutalkedeverythingwelloverwithPrinceTheodore?”sheasked.

           “Yes,capitally.”

           “Yousee,heholdsitup.”(Shemeantthebaby’shead.)“Buthowhedidfrightenme...You’veseentheprincess?Isittrueshe’sinlovewiththat...”

           “Yes,justfancy...”

           AtthatmomentNicholasandCountessMarycamein.Pierrewiththebabyonhishandstooped,kissedthem,andrepliedtotheirinquiries

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